[Oh boy. Oh boy. Of course he's found out. Of course he's going to get questions. Lovecraft bitterly wishes that the floor could open and he could just drop in and leave this situation immediately.]
It's not a skill. Like I said, be careful. It's just...sensitive...
[It's obvious he's lying. The movement of the hair dies down, as if vainly trying to prove that yes, it's just regular hair! Nothing to see here!]
[ snickering, he slowly removes his hands from the ends of lovecraft's hair and dives for the roots instead, trying to fingercomb it straight - absolutely nonchalant ]
Does putting it up hurt, then? Braids? Ponytails? Little buns here [ he touches a finger to one side of lovecraft's head ] or here? [ and the other ]
[But still, now his anxiety is at an all time high - he nervously lets his hands grasp each other in his lap, straightening as the other's hands dive deep into his hair, touching his scalp.]
But I've never put it up at all, you know. But please, don't be rough...
[That sure is a lot of hair - Lovecraft winces at the hair slapping his shoulder, though it doesn't hurt.]
Okay...hair master...
[He could just say something, but he just falls silent - though those little giggles are nice, he guesses, even though twintails is NOT the best look for him at all.]
Everyone I know has really, really long hair. Most of us keep it up and out of the way, but one of my dearest and most darling companions -- you see, his fingers are always so stiff because he's dead -- and he needs help all the time with his hair. It gets caught on branches, leaves are always stuck in it, one time I found a mouse! A mouse! Poor thing didn't know what was happening, it must have gotten tangled up when he was running through the brush.
[ there are so many words happening
all while he balances the twintails, tongue between his teeth as he hefts them to ensure they're as even as possible. ]
Naturally, I learned all of my best tricks from older sisters -- do you have an older sister? Oh no, of course you don't. You'd have perfectly-kept hair if you did. I could be your older sister, I guess... I don't mind.
[This guy is a talker, isn't he? Lovecraft's hands flex and unflex as he listens, silent. A dead man? Older sisters? He purses his lips, unsure how to take all of this information in all at once.]
Maybe I also had a mouse in my hair once...I don't remember. [It's been so long...his past memories blur. He's lived for years upon years upon years.] And you want to be my older sister...? But you...aren't related to me.
Oh! My older sister wasn't related to me either. I was taken in by her father and mother, we didn't share blood. I suppose if it matters to you, we could share blood - there's ways to do that, but I needn't be your relative to be your older sister. It's fun, you can just say "you're my older sister" and it happens!
[ listen if lovecraft isn't chatty, someone has to fill up the silence with babble ]
I didn't find a mouse in your hair, by the way. Not even bones.
It's a little like this! Someone who sits and talks to you, brushes your hair.
[ among other things, like cook and calm you down when you're about to murder someone!!! ]
-- I found this, [ he did not find anything, he's just producing a nice green ribbon from his sleeve and pretending it's been hiding in lovecraft's hair, ] here, I'll fix your hair properly and you can wear it. We can having matching ponytails!
Ah... [He. Still doesn't really get it.] That would make...a couple of other people like older sisters. But this is the first time anyone has brushed my hair.
[He blinks slowly at the appearance of the ribbon, even cocking his head slightly in curiosity.]
Ponytails...your hair looks nice like that. I never really thought about something like that for myself.
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It's not a skill. Like I said, be careful. It's just...sensitive...
[It's obvious he's lying. The movement of the hair dies down, as if vainly trying to prove that yes, it's just regular hair! Nothing to see here!]
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[ snickering, he slowly removes his hands from the ends of lovecraft's hair and dives for the roots instead, trying to fingercomb it straight - absolutely nonchalant ]
Does putting it up hurt, then? Braids? Ponytails? Little buns here [ he touches a finger to one side of lovecraft's head ] or here? [ and the other ]
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[But still, now his anxiety is at an all time high - he nervously lets his hands grasp each other in his lap, straightening as the other's hands dive deep into his hair, touching his scalp.]
But I've never put it up at all, you know. But please, don't be rough...
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he even manages to swat lovecraft across the shoulder with it. there's almost as much hair there as there is on lovecraft's head. ]
I take good care of my own hair, you're in good hands. Just relax! Let the master work.
[ and he immediately sets upon lovecraft's hair, putting it up in twintails while he tries to repress his giggles ]
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Okay...hair master...
[He could just say something, but he just falls silent - though those little giggles are nice, he guesses, even though twintails is NOT the best look for him at all.]
my angel, my squid
[ there are so many words happening
all while he balances the twintails, tongue between his teeth as he hefts them to ensure they're as even as possible. ]
Naturally, I learned all of my best tricks from older sisters -- do you have an older sister? Oh no, of course you don't. You'd have perfectly-kept hair if you did. I could be your older sister, I guess... I don't mind.
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Maybe I also had a mouse in my hair once...I don't remember. [It's been so long...his past memories blur. He's lived for years upon years upon years.] And you want to be my older sister...? But you...aren't related to me.
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[ listen if lovecraft isn't chatty, someone has to fill up the silence with babble ]
I didn't find a mouse in your hair, by the way. Not even bones.
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[What's family? Besides the random related eldritch gods and stuff that are out there that may or may not exist.]
Oh, I see. [Yay, no mouse!] I don't know what else you might find...probably just hair.
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[ among other things, like cook and calm you down when you're about to murder someone!!! ]
-- I found this, [ he did not find anything, he's just producing a nice green ribbon from his sleeve and pretending it's been hiding in lovecraft's hair, ] here, I'll fix your hair properly and you can wear it. We can having matching ponytails!
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[He blinks slowly at the appearance of the ribbon, even cocking his head slightly in curiosity.]
Ponytails...your hair looks nice like that. I never really thought about something like that for myself.